It had been over a month since you saw Footloose at the movies. A whole month had passed, yet the soundtrack, with its infectious tunes, had kept you fixated on a particular song.
The alarm clock on your bedside table indicated that you still had at least 30 minutes before Eddie was meant to come over. Typically, he was late, so there was certainly no reason not to indulge in your favorite record.
As the notes fill the room, you can't help but let yourself be carried away, dancing and singing along shamelessly.
Lost in the music, you're startled by a voice cutting through your private concert.
"Add a couple of screams and an electric guitar, and then I’ll totally dig it," Eddie chimes in, shattering the fantasy.
A scream he gets.
Embarrassment floods your cheeks as you realize he's been watching your impromptu performance. You toss a pillow his way, unable to hide your mortification.
"Why are you early?" you demand, trying to salvage some dignity.
"Well, hello to you too," Eddie responds, unfazed by your irritation.
“The guy didn’t show and I just thought-woah, hey, is that a hairbrush in your hand?”
You don’t reply. Fuming.
“Oh baby, I didn’t know you were such a diva.”
Ignoring his teasing, you attempt to change the subject, but Eddie isn't having it.
“Ive been going out with an undercover Madonna”.
He revels in your discomfort, poking fun at your diva-like behavior.
"Just tell me one thing," he prods, inching closer with a mischievous grin, "were you singing about me?"
You can't bring yourself to respond, fearing the humiliation that would follow. But Eddie doesn't need words to know the truth; he sees it in the way you squirm and glare.
“Because that line about ‘singing off key’, well I’ve got a surprise baby, thats real music.”
With a playful smack on your forehead, he plants a loud, wet and over exaggerated kiss, silently acknowledging the unspoken thoughts between you.
Before he fully surrenders to loving, he taps your hip, strutting away and plonking himself onto your unmade bed, tutting teasingly when you remain frozen.
"Get dressed, I'm taking you to dinner," he declares, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Oh, and after, we can barn dance."
You can't help but give his foot hanging off the bed a playful shove, secretly grateful for his ability to turn even the most embarrassing moments into something you love.
Added a new drabble to the Dust Bunnies collection!
Costume Quotes (ffn)
Ron/Hermione
Rated T
Summary: Hermione and Ron don Star Wars themed costumes for a Halloween celebration with plans to share a quote or two amongst their oblivious friends.
A/N: Still on the catch-up, but I promise I'm almost done. Again, years have been jumped, but this is still a continuation of the prior Glass and Iron universe.
The initial quartet can be found here:
AO3 | Fanfiction.net | Tumblr
The first three days of Malora Week are here:
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3
And, housekeeping aside, here’s Day 4.
Prompt: Magical Pregnancy
Pairing: Malora
Rating: T
Words: 1000
“I don’t like this,” Maleficent muttered, pacing back and forth across the clearing. The previous occupants has long since fled, the poor flower fae having no interest in the dark shadows following their protector across the Moors.
Aurora was only a few paces away, having taken an exasperated seat on a log when it became clear Maleficent’s ire was not quick to wane. “You don’t have to like it. I need to go back.”
“Not now!” Maleficent snapped. “Not like this!”
Aurora couldn’t keep from smiling. It was in no way helping the dark faerie’s temper. “You must admit it is a bit ironic that it has taken nearly two decades for you to finally not be the one telling me I can’t linger here.”
“This is different!” she insisted, wings flexing in exasperation. “It isn’t safe.”
Aurora shook her head. “It never has been.”
“Yes, well…” Maleficent’s words disintegrated into a snarl, and Aurora could see the grass at her feet curling away from her volatile mood.
“Hush,” she finally murmured, rising slowly and taking hold of her lover’s hands to stop her restless feet. “You’re upsetting the whole forest.”
A long, heavy breath hissed from Maleficent’s lungs, taking the worst of the tension with it. When she finally met Aurora’s eyes, the queen could see that what remained was fear.
“I’m going to be fine, love. The news has been received very well. There hasn’t been any real animosity towards the Moors in five years now. They want to see that I am safe as much as you do.”
“No one wants to see you safe as I do.”
Aurora chuckled. “Very well. Almost as much as you.”
Maleficent offered a weak smile. “Better.”
Aurora could see the fight had gone out of her, even if the fear lingered. “I can’t believe this actually worked, even now,” she murmured, drawing Maleficent’s hands to her swollen stomach.
“Nor can I,” the dark faerie whispered, gently turning Aurora in her arms so she could embrace her from behind. Two pairs of hands rested against the bump in Aurora’s robes.
“Do the trick,” Aurora whispered, stroking the backs of Maleficent’s fingers with her own.
Aurora could practically feel the smile taking over Maleficent’s face. “Alright.”
Lifting her hands just above the surface of Aurora’s shirt, Maleficent allowed golden sparks of light to dance between her fingers, not allowing them to sink into Aurora’s skin, but only to play in the air in a miniature landscape of amber stars. As the sensation of magic softly tickled Aurora’s stomach, the life inside of her woke, turning restlessly and beginning to kick. Maleficent allowed the magic to die as she pressed her palms once more against Aurora’s stomach, feeling the tiny movements of their child as she greeted Maleficent’s presence with unknowing joy. Aurora laughed, turning in Maleficent’s embrace to gently kiss the other mother of their daughter. “Only two more months,” she murmured.
A hint of fear immediately returned in Maleficent’s eyes. “I want you here.”
Aurora offered her an understanding smile, reaching up to run her fingers through the hair to either side of her lover’s horns. “I know.”
They had exchanged these words over the past months more times than Aurora could count, and the end result was inevitable. She had to return to the human kingdom, not just for the benefit of her subjects there, but for the child itself. If she allowed the child to be born in the Moors, to come into being surrounded by the lifeblood of the faerie kingdom, her daughter would not be able to choose her own future. Some part of Aurora wanted that, wanted to give her child all the pure, innocent joy of a faerie life, but part of her valued her freedom to come and go as she chose. If this new life formed the fae bond to the land, depended on the Moors for her life, she would never have the chance to rise to Aurora’s throne. She would burn at the touch of iron. She would not be able to craft her own future. As strongly as Aurora felt about not grooming her child to rule, neither she nor Maleficent believed it fair to deny her that right of birth, should she so choose it.
And here they stood, Aurora’s wings hidden once more, at the edge of the Moors. These were not truly words of persuasion. They were fears of goodbye.
“I could still come with you,” Maleficent implored.
“No,” Aurora denied her once again. “Soon; not yet.”
They had already agreed: Maleficent would come for the final weeks, stay for the birth of her child, but not until then. It would not do for her to weaken for months in the realms of iron, nor could the Moors flourish without the protector in their midst.
“I know,” Maleficent rasped, beginning to tremble as she pulled Aurora close once again, clinging to her. “I know.”
“The carriage is waiting,” Aurora murmured, but she could not bring herself to move away.
“I know.”
The stood together for a long moment, breathing in the life of the forest all around them, new life between them still kicking gently, pulling their attention towards the future. Finally, Maleficent let her go. “Be safe.”
Aurora nodded, gently grasping Maleficent’s forearm. “Be kind to the Moors.”
Staring around the darkened clearing, Maleficent nodded resolutely, trying to summon a smile. She knew the affects her weightier moods could have on the lands under her guard. Aurora leaned in and pressed a long, slow kiss to the faerie’s lips, allowing the magic she was gradually learning to control to slip between them, painting those normally crimson lips a glowing rose-gold. As Maleficent responded, the skies above them began to clear, hidden flowers daring to turn their petals towards the sun again.
“When you are worried, remember that I will be waiting for you in two months, and I expect you to bring me only words of how beautiful the Moors are in midsummer.”
Maleficent nodded, and though a single glimmering tear glistened like dew against one pale cheek, the clearing continued to bloom in the sunlight even once Aurora’s footsteps had passed beyond the last line of trees.
Kaidan stumbled, bleary-eyed through the apartment, trying to locate the cacophony of frustration that had interrupted his much-needed sleep.
"Stupid, god-awful, piece of shit!" The violent swearing was followed by a high pitched grunt and some rather disconcerting banging. It sounded like someone had hired a crew to come over in the middle of the night and completely renovate their kitchen.
“Shepard, Love,” Kaidan called from the bottom of the stairs. “You alright in there?”
He rounded the corner with a deep sigh and finally caught up to the noise. As usual, his wife was in the middle of a huge mess; but instead of data pads, bits of broken down tech, or even gun parts, Shepard was surrounded by a plethora of displaced kitchen utensils and pantry items. “Shepard,” he grimaced at the chaos around them. “It’s one am. What are you doing?”
Kaidan caught his frantic wife before she could reach the gun cabinet and folded her into his arms. “Shhh,” he soothed, using every last scrap of control, not to laugh at her little tirade. “Why didn’t you just ask me for help?”
“I should be able to do this,” she complained, the ire in her voice giving way to disappointment. Her chin tensed up, but refused to quiver. “I killed a reaper on foot last year. I beat James Vega's pull up record. I took down over ten atlas mechs, thirty geth primes, countless rachni warriors, and I meleed a fucking banshee to death - but now I can’t even open a jam jar!”
“Hey, now,” he soothed, rubbing little circles into her back, over the cotton of her pajamas. “You know this is only temporary. You’ve come back from more already, than most people will ever have to endure. And in a few months, the doctors will be able to replace the rest of your implants that are failing. You’ll be good as new and finding new ways to terrify the life out of me in no time.”
Shepard rested her cheek against his bare chest and huffed a sigh. “How am I going to take care of him?” she breathed, and Kaidan’s attention was immediately drawn to the round curve of her belly. She rested a hand there, protectively. “I can’t even take care of myself? He wanted jam.. I couldn’t even give him that.” Her voice cracked and trailed off.
“That’s why I’m here,” he promised, laying his hand over hers. “Let me take care of you both. Let me save the universe for a change.”
That produced a smile. Shepard snorted a little laugh and looked up to meet his gaze. “A jar of jam is hardly the entire universe.”
“No,” he agreed, leading her back towards the kitchen and easily popping the lid off a jar of strawberry preserves. “But you, and that little man you’re growing for us, are the important parts of mine.”
"Dean! No Dean! HELP!" Dean struggled with his arms around the angel as he squirmed kicking at Dean to let go, but the Hunter kept his hold.
"A little help here Sammy?" The hunter shot a look at his little brother, who was sitting at the table, laptop open, wiping tears from his eyes as he laughed.
"Don't look at me, man. He's your boyfriend."
Dean grumbled a few choice words at his brother as he attempted to carry Castiel into the bathroom. He managed to latch onto the door frame and clung on tightly trying to pull away.
"Sam! Sam please! Help me!"
Dean gave a hard tug and pulled Cas away from the door shutting it behind them. He got to work on the task of tugging his own clothes off of Castiel's body. Finally Dean was able to drop the angel in the water. Castiel immediately made a dash to get out, but Dean stopped him. It took several minutes for Cas to calm down. He finally glared up at Dean with a murderous scowl, who simply ignored him dumping a cup of water over his head. The angel hunched his shoulder and resumed his glare, this time looking up through a veil of soggy dark hair that hung in his face. Dean had to stifle a chuckle. Angels. It was like giving a bath to a cat, with wing, a talking cat with wing, who was muttering under his breath darkly in a language definitely not human, and could probably smite you if you pissed him off enough.
Castiel, of course, spent the rest of the day scowling at Dean. He knew that Cas would have been out of there in a second, but he was unable to fly off with his wings still wet. So the angel was left to pout and sulk around the motel room scowling at his human. After an hour passes Castiel has moved on past trailing his eyes after Dean with a scowl, and onto ignoring him completely And because Dean Winchester is not a patient man he takes this for a good twenty minutes before giving in, because Castiel, literally, has the patience of an angel and could keep this up for half a century.
Dean walks over to Sam's bed pulling out his brother's duffel bag. It takes his a minute, but he finally finds what he's looking for. He pulls out the hair dryer that had been the source of much teasing, and plugs it into the wall. The cord in just long enough so that he could stand behind Cas, who was sitting at the end of the bed watching TV. Dean paused for a minute to take in how otherworldly beautiful the creature before him was. Sometimes Dean really couldn't believe his life. He had just given a bath to friggen Angel of the Lord in the middle of hunting a werewolf. Half the time he felt like he had been dropped into a bad TV drama.
He flipped the switch on, and Castiel stood up so quickly dean was almost knocked back. His wings flared out to his sides making him look three times his size, and moments like this Dean could imagine the whole Chrysler building thing. Dean half expected the angel's wings to knock something over, but the decor remained intact.
Cas's eyes were wide as he shouted, "why is there hot air coming out if that thing!" Dean held up his hands in surrender quickly turning it off.
"It's a hair dryer. It'll dry your wings off faster." Sadi wings automatically folded down against Castiel's back protectively.
"That thing is not coming anywhere near my wings." Castiel half hiss.
"Fine." Dean grumbled tossing down the hair dyer. "Just fine." He grabbed his leather jacket ff the back of the chair pulling it on as he slammed the door behind him muttering about "friggen high maintenance angels".
Dean took his time on the walk to the dinner. He had forgotten the keys to the Impala in the room, and walking back in for the keys would just undermine him storming out. Dean sat there with his burger thinking that a petulant Cas was rather adorable. Okay really adorable. Besides Dean was pretty sure he knew a way to make bath time much more enjoyable for both of them. The hunter smiled to himself at the thought, and with that he waved the waitress over and ordered piece of pie to go.
About an hour had passed when Dean reached the parking lot of the motel. Baby was gone s Dean assumed Sam got a lead and went to check it. Dean opened the door shutting it behind him, and not a moment later was he being crowded by one dark-haired blued angel. He noticed with slight disappointment Castiel's wing had once again been put away.
"Dean, I-" Dean could see the apology on his lips so he cut him off holding up the bag.
"Pie?" And Cas smiled, one of those rare and absolutely radiant smiles. dean couldn't help smiling back.
